MTL - Those Years When I Was Cannon Fodder-Chapter 9 Lies about immortals

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Speaking of books, Chu Yu flipped through the pile of books sent by the city owner's father.

There are only a few of them, written in that particularly complicated font.

She is short and powerful, just like the classical Chinese in her previous life.

Chu Yu recognized the words, and when they put them together, they didn't know what they meant.

You can only ask Mr. Mo when the get out of class is about to end.

Mr. Mo didn't refuse. Some, even she couldn't answer, so he said calmly, I'll go back and check.

Chu Yu was about to kneel for these books.

Even with Mr. Mo's translation, many of the contents are quite strange to her.

There is a book, a bit like the Classic of Mountains and Seas, which tells about all kinds of strange beasts.

There are also two novels that look like Xiuxian novels, and are a bit like travel journals, with "I" as the protagonist and some of the experiences of "I".

Someday, I picked up a magical stone, and when I felt it carefully, it seemed to have spiritual energy. Could it be the legendary spiritual stone?

Someday, I ran into an evil cultivator somewhere and sacrificed the entire village with blood. After investigation, it was found that the villagers were more or less blood related to this evil cultivator.

He really lost his family, so "I" did not hesitate to fight the evil cultivator, exhausted his mana and killed him.

Chu Yu felt that this was an ancient fairy tale novel.

Why do you say ancient?

It was because the owner of the travel notes used very careful words, like many popular martial arts novels in her previous life.

The author is very particular about research.

Unlike later, he dared to write anything, and at various levels, he didn't know what the inner scroll would be like.

The "I" in the two books is just a little qi cultivator.

She also thought about it on a whim, could these be true?

After all, it is too strict, and it is written in a special font.

Then I asked Mr. Mo. Mr. Mo calmly told her that when you grow up, you will know.

Chu Yu immediately understood.

This is the same as her previous life. Some children in the second period of middle school read some novels about immortality and thought immortality was real, so they asked their parents to make a fuss about immortality.

Parents couldn't explain it, or if they knew they had explained it to the bear child, they wouldn't listen, so they simply told him that when you grow up, you'll know.

When you grow up and mature, you will naturally stop doing this kind of delusion.

What's more, they directly use the lie "When you grow up, you can cultivate immortals" to stop the child's mouth.

Chu Yu felt that perhaps the special font was more compelling and could be sold at a higher price if it was written as a cultivator novel.

It is also better to deceive children.

As for the city owner's father, why would he give her this kind of book?

She felt that, on the one hand, it was to increase the interest in literacy, and on the other hand, probably, who didn't receive a few fairy tale books when they were young?

Of course, Chu Yu felt that these two points were of no use to him.

After reading those books, she felt even more resentment towards this special font.

The rest of the books are very friendly, and they are all written in simplified Chinese characters.

At first glance, it is that the city owner's father has specially collected it, there are little stories to teach people to be kind, there are various fables, there are some myths and legends, and travel notes from various places.

Whenever I learn a special font, when I get dizzy, I will take a book as an adjustment.

Very comfortable.

At this time, it would be even better to have another cup of milk tea.

After two months, Chu Yu checked her body again.

Because there is no equipment, we can only use the methods of traditional Chinese medicine.

Looking in the mirror, I checked my complexion, checked the color of my tongue, made a few cotton swabs with a small wooden stick wrapped in cotton, and stuck my throat to see what it was like...

In the end, it is to take the pulse of oneself.

Physicians don't treat themselves. It's not that doctors can't treat themselves, but it's too troublesome to go through such a process.

Plus, what Chu Yu was most concerned about was actually the toxins in her body.

Because the antidote ingredients contained in the pills are too few, frequent inspections cannot see the effect.

But after a lapse of two months, she found that the toxins in her body had not decreased at all, and she felt a little pain in her eggs.

Since there is no precise instrument, she has classified her own poisoning situation.

For example, the result of the checkup just after waking up is classified as second-level moderate.

At birth, it is probably a first-degree risk.

After two months of missing meals, she insisted on taking the detoxification pills, but did not reduce it to level three, which made Chu Yu very unhappy.

She thought for a while, took out a pill, and began to check the ingredients.

Because of the delicious food for the past two months, her tongue has actually recovered to the level of an ordinary person.

This level is not enough to be as miraculous as in the previous life, but it can make her like an experienced Chinese medicine practitioner, who can use her tongue to taste and analyze how many kinds of herbs are used.

In the country in her previous life, with a history of five thousand years, there was no precise instrument.

Countless old Chinese medicine practitioners relied on this method of tasting, just like Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, and extracted herbs with medicinal value from countless plants in nature.

After more than half of them were found, there were some small ones left, and it was entirely possible to infer the specific effects of the remaining herbs by relying on their own knowledge reserves.

Then, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Chu Yu came up with a not-so-good guess.

The pills that Xu's mother gave her were only for health preservation, to make up for congenital deficiencies, and had no detoxification effect.

In an instant, all kinds of guesses popped up in Chu Yu's mind, but in the end, she calmed down.

Without equipment, the result she detected was only 70% accurate, so she shouldn't jump to conclusions.

Suddenly, Chu Yu thought of something, and immediately ran to the kitchen.

"Miss, what are you looking for?"

Qingyu, who was in the kitchen, was preparing a meal and asked.

Chu Yu had already thought of a reason, "I want to find a medicine jar for my mother to decoct for me."

"Anyway, I'm taking pills now, and I can't use this medicine jar. I'm going to use it to grow flowers."

Qingyu said speechlessly, "Miss, you can't grow flowers in a medicine jar, you can't feed it."

"Why can't you live?"

Sapphire stems for a moment, "The medicine jar has been fried so many times, the flowers are so delicate, they will be smoked to death."

"Then I'll use it to grow herbs. They're all medicines, and they can definitely feed my life."

Chu Yu gave the second reason without blinking.

"Mother said that she learned her ability to grow herbs from grandpa, and I also want to inherit grandpa's unique skills."

Qingyu was amused by this serious tone, "Okay, miss, I'll help you find it."

After looking around, Qingyu helplessly spread out her hands,

"There's no kitchen. I think the lady put the medicine jar in her room. How about I find you a broken clay jar?"

"The medicine jar smells so bad, how could my mother put it in the room?"

Chu Yu said, suddenly, she seemed to remember something and asked casually,

"Aunt Qing, let me ask you, where was my mother when she poured out the dregs?"